Happy late Easter. What did I get this year? A nasty voicemail from my loving father treating me to another episode of “how you disappoint me.” Really great stuff. Oh and a supporting sister text, “Well, you did miss Easter church.” FUCK CHURCH. I know where the hell it is. He actually said, “I can’t believe you missed Easter after all the years I made you go with me.” ????? WHAT!!! Fucking shit. Reminds me of when my mom changed my curfew from 12 to 10, the next night I got home from kat’s after 5… She says to me, “I just can’t believe you broke the new rules I set for you yesterday.” Well, I would’ve been here at 12. But, since you made a ridiculous standard, I made sure you knew I wouldn’t be meeting it.





